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yezdanzo · 19 days
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The Lantern Bearers, 1908 by Maxfield Parrish (American, 1870–1966)
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yezdanzo · 20 days
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I am good at choosing everything, except the people around me, because they are the ones who choose me.... I hate you
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yezdanzo · 25 days
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Sometimes you listen to a song so that the road will be short, and sometimes you wish that the road will be long until the song ends.
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yezdanzo · 25 days
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A blank canvas full of events.
The ceiling is above my bed
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yezdanzo · 27 days
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I'm not an insect
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
Robert A. Heinlein
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yezdanzo · 28 days
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We are born in debt, owing the world a death. This is the shadow that darkens every cradle. Trauma is what happens when you catch a surprise glimpse of that darkness, the coming annihilation not only of the body and the mind but also, seemingly, of the world. Trauma is the savagery of the universe made manifest within us, and it destroys not only the integrity of consciousness, the myth of self-mastery, and the experience of time but also our ability to live peacefully with others, almost as if it were a virus, a pathogen content to do nothing besides replicate itself in the world, over and over, until only it remains.
David J. Morris, The Evil Hours
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yezdanzo · 29 days
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Georges Merle - The Sorceress (1887)
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How I love the outside when I see it from my room
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How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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#NR
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It's still deadly
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The hand overcomes the eye
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